Page 73 of The Beast Who Begged Me

“In here, I can find a better use for that mouth. So strip, and then get on your knees.”

I pull off my clothes and drop to the carpet without a single hesitation, ignoring the dark patch nearby, soaked with his blood.

“I only got one hand tonight,” he goes on. “So you’re going to do exactly what I tell you, how I tell you, and you’re going to do the work. You hear me?”

There’s only one thing he wants to hear from me. “Yes, Dami.”

“Take off my shoes and socks, little prince.” I obey, tucking them neatly to the side. “Now my pants.”

I take them down as ordered, along with his underwear. He grabs them from me and throws them aside, impatient. “Get that hand on my cock,” he says, unbuttoning his shirt himself.

He’s already half-hard. I feel the pulse of him as I wrap my fingers around his shaft. My mouth waters at the sight of him, at the weight of him in my palm.

He reaches out with his good hand, tilting up my chin. “Open your mouth.”

I do. But instead of feeding me his cock, his thumb runs over my top lip, lifting it, sliding over my teeth. He raises one eyebrow as I blink up at him. “Just checking for those fangs, little viper. You still have them?”

I could tell him no. Tell him I’ve been defanged. But where would be the fun in that? I bare my teeth at him, bite down gently on the pad of his thumb. He gives a one-sided smirk and his dick gets even harder in my fist.

“You’re going to take every inch I give you,” he tells me. “You’re going to choke on it. And you’re going to thank me when I’m done.”

I flick my tongue against his thumb, close my lips around it. I suck, hard, and his breath catches.

“Jesus,” he mutters. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

I release him with a wet pop. “Not when it comes to you,” I tell him truthfully.

“Then show me what that clever little tongue can do.”

I run my tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock, lap at him, get him slicked up with spit. By the time I work my way up to his crown, I’ve earned my reward: he’s leaking for me, a single, clear bead that I suck at greedily.

“Enough teasing,” he says. “Get on with it.”

I move over him with my mouth, relaxing my throat to take him deeper. I hold my breath. My eyes start to water, but I stay there, determined.

“Oh, look at you,” he says, running his fingers through my hair, cupping the back of my head. “You love it.”

And he pushes further in.

My lungs burn, but I take it, let him use my mouth exactly how he wants. I hold on as long as I can until finally I start to gag around him, my whole body convulsing.

“That’s it—choke on it like the greedy little cocksucker you are.” But he releases me, watching me cough, spit running over my chin. “Breathe,” he orders. “You’re going to need it for what’s coming next.”

I gasp in lungfuls of air as he gives me a minute to recover, stroking my hair, waiting until I’m ready for him again. As soon as I am, I wrap my lips back around the head of his cock, swirling my tongue over the sensitive slit, tasting the salt of him before taking him all the way down again.

“You want my load?”

I nod, my head bobbing on his shaft.

“Then you’ll have to work for it.”

He thrusts into my throat, holding me by my hair, and he only gets more excited by the sound of me gagging, swelling up until I think my jaw might crack. His balls press up against my chin as he takes my mouth, makes it his own. And just before I think I’m going to asphyxiate, he pulls back, leaves me gasping, wiping at my wet face.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks.

“You,” I croak.

“Then get sucking, little prince.”